Chapter 138

Melanie’s POV

The next few weeks flew by in a blur of Pinterest boards, cake tastings, and endless group texts. I and Vi—my blushing, emoji-obsessed bestie—had officially launched “Operation Dream Wedding,” complete with mood boards so moodily pastel they could give unicorns an existential crisis. Meanwhile, Vi was commuting between my living room and her phone, plastering Zade with motivational wedding-crash texts (“Remember, speed-dating wolves need love too!”) and arranging mixers for single werewolves who probably thought “mixer” meant vibrating collars. Bless their furry hearts, they had yet to find their mates.

As for Theo, my little terror with the lethal sneezing power grip, we’d slotted him into a pack of seven kids born the same lunar month. Seven? Thanks to Asher’s optimistic predictions, we’d simply shrugged and said, “Wolf math: always unexpected.” The other parents didn’t bat an eyelash—clearly, having exactly six kids was so last full moon.